Gyrfalcon's Keep The winter may pass and the spring disappear

While she was interested in seeing the land that Asvoria had deemed fit for their new claim, she watched her daughter carefully. Thyra had lived here for more than a few days- she knew the terrain, and it was with pride and hope that she led her mother from one landmark to the next. 

She took interest in the cave, located at the base of a tall, rounded foothill. The air hummed and she nodded when it was decreed as a sacred place. 

The blueish waters paled in comparison to the lake at the highest altitude, which had a slightly greenish hue to it. It was clear, cool and fresh. Water that came from the heavens, and had not had to trickle down through rivers and lakes. This lake, too, she felt was cleansing, powerful. 

Once they reached the forests again, Solveig brushed her shoulder against Thyra's and uttered a happy growl. The decision to leave had been hard; but her daughter was helping her to see that it had been right. This was especially important, given the fact that Solveig had been the one to cause the fracture in their family unit. "Let us go find Asvoria," She said softly, as they began to track her trail.